Chapter 118

Chapter 118

July 23rd according to the Gregorian calendar marks Fu Yunzheng's birthday.

Starting from the evening of the 22nd, Yu He put his all into celebrating Fu Yunzheng's birthday.

At 3 a.m., Fu Yunzheng couldn’t help but push Yu He off him: "Why is it that on your birthday, you torment me, and on my birthday, you still torment me?"

Yu He leaned down to kiss Fu Yunzheng’s forehead: “I’d actually prefer if you’d torment me, but you’re just too reluctant, aren’t you?”

Fu Yunzheng dodged Yu He’s relentless kisses: “You tense up like a dead dog. I haven’t even touched you, and your thigh muscles are already cramping. How do you expect me to proceed?”

Yu He was shamelessly proud: “Of course, I can’t compare to Boss Fu’s effortless skills.”

Fu Yunzheng turned over: “Go to sleep now; we’re going horseback riding tomorrow. Stop fidgeting.”

Yu He wrapped his arms around Fu Yunzheng from behind: “I know about the horseback riding. Just now, it wasn’t that bad.”

Fu Yunzheng responded, “Your thighs are all chafed and red.”

Yu He laughed, “My thighs are red too! Look, look!”

In a game called League of Legends, if a fragile ADC deals damage from a position very close to an enemy champion, it’s considered an audacious act.

In the game, we call this: face-tank DPS.

The moment Yu He came closer to show off his chafed thighs, Fu Yunzheng felt like he was being face-tanked by a crane.

Fu Yunzheng angrily pushed Yu He away: “Get off me!”

Yu He fell onto the bed laughing: “What’s the rush?”

Fu Yunzheng’s sharp gaze locked onto Yu He: “Don’t think I don’t know what sneaky idea you have in mind.”

It took a moment for Yu He to catch on to what Fu Yunzheng was implying. He rolled around on the bed laughing: “Boss Fu! You’re thinking too much!!! How dare I!!! I wouldn’t even dare to think about it.”

“You better be!” Fu Yunzheng lightly coughed, masking his embarrassment: “Go to sleep already.”

The next day at 10 a.m., Yu He slowly woke up, feeling lazy and unwilling to move. He closed his eyes and snuggled up to Fu Yunzheng, only to find that Fu had already gotten up early and was sitting at the desk working.

Yu He yawned, “Getting up so early even on your birthday?”

Fu Yunzheng lifted his head from behind the computer, taking off his anti-blue light glasses: “It’s already ten.”

Fu Yunzheng got up and walked to the window to draw back the curtains.

The dazzling sunlight instantly flooded the room, revealing a lush jungle and swimming pool outside the window, creating a pleasant view. The sky on the plateau was exceptionally blue, so bright and clear that it seemed to stand still in its tranquility.

White clouds edged with gold under the brilliant sunlight were slowly drifting along the horizon, their outlines crisp and clear.

The sky was vast, and the earth was magnificent.

Waking up in such an expansive world made one feel open-hearted and magnanimous.

Of course, this was true for most people, but our Young Master Yu was naturally an exception.

The light made Yu He raise his hand to shield his eyes, much like a vampire who couldn’t stand the light: “Close it, close it! I’m going to be blinded!”

Fu Yunzheng drew the curtains again: “The sun is shining on your butt, Young Master Yu.”

Yu He lay back down in his original position, covering his head with the blanket.

Fu Yunzheng didn’t rush Yu He to get up; he was already used to not having mornings when traveling with Yu He.

It was actually quite convenient, giving him plenty of time to deal with company matters. Although Fu Yunzheng leaving the company behind to travel and have fun with Yu He didn’t exactly cause an uproar of complaints within the Fu family or the company, there were still quite a few comments like ‘from now on, the king no longer holds morning court sessions’.

Really, what did it have to do with him that Yu He woke up late? He himself started working at seven every day.

Yu He lazed around in bed for a while longer, playing with his phone without any intention of getting up.

Fu Yunzheng saw this and commented, “Playing on your phone while lying on your side can lead to nearsightedness.”

Yu He put down his phone, rubbed his eyes, and sluggishly got up to wash. Soon after, he came out of the bathroom with wet hair and climbed back into bed.

Yu He asked, “What are we having for lunch?”

"Have some soy milk first; the hotel has just sent it over." Fu Yunzheng casually tossed a towel to Yu He: "Let's just eat at the hotel. The people from the horse farm have already led the horses to Cholechuan. We can head straight there after eating."

Fu Yunzheng was an excellent rider, completely different from someone like Yu He who had only taken some equestrian classes in school. He could not only gallop across the grasslands but also shoot arrows while riding.

Riding horses in the horse farm ultimately wasn't satisfying enough. Fu Yunzheng had chosen two fine horses in advance and asked the horse farm staff to take them to Cholechuan Grassland. There, the wilderness stretched for thousands of miles, offering ample space with no people or cars around, allowing one to gallop freely to their heart's content.

After riding around with Fu Yunzheng, Yu He’s bottom was sore from the bouncing. "Boss Fu, with your old waist injury, can you handle such a bumpy ride?"

Hearing this, Fu Yunzheng pulled the reins, slowly coming to a stop.

The black steed he was riding snorted through its nose and shuffled impatiently in place.

This was the king of horses in the entire horse farm, the divine steed mentioned in books that could travel a thousand miles by day and eight hundred by night. It had been cooped up in the stables at the horse farm for years, and a single lap around was nowhere near enough to satisfy it; instead, it seemed to have stirred up its wild nature to gallop in the wind.

Fu Yunzheng, riding atop the majestic horse, looked extremely handsome.

His posture was upright, holding the reins in one hand, exuding an aura of holding precious jades, majestic and frosty like autumn frost.

The man and horse standing there together looked like a painting.

Yu He’s horse took a couple of steps forward, and the two of them rode side by side at a slow pace.

Fu Yunzheng turned his head and noticed the sweat on Yu He’s forehead: "Tired?"

Yu He tugged at his collar: "It’s a bit hot."

Fu Yunzheng, looking like a fairy carved from ice and snow, remained unfazed under the blazing sun, seemingly not feeling the heat at all.

Fu Yunzheng lifted his riding crop, pointing towards a not-too-distant pavilion: "You go rest there. They’ve just cleaned it out."

Yu He looked toward the pavilion with its fluttering curtains: "Is this newly built?"

Fu Yunzheng nodded slightly: "There’s an air cooler inside, as well as fruits and cola. Your eczema has just healed; don't let sweat irritate it. Go change your clothes. There’s no one around here; they’ve cleared the area in advance."

Yu He exclaimed: "Ah, traveling with Boss Fu is indeed luxurious; everything is so well-prepared."

Fu Yunzheng smiled: "Setting up a simple pavilion is no big deal. Go on, I’ll take another lap and then come back to find you."

Yu He gently squeezed the horse’s sides, slowly moving forward.

After letting the horse graze nearby, Yu He leisurely stepped onto the pavilion.

As soon as he approached the pavilion, a refreshing coolness hit him in the face. The table was laden with fruits, under which ice was placed, emanating faint whiffs of chilliness.

While grabbing a Coke from the mini fridge, Yu He noticed a cake inside.

It turned out that Fu Yunzheng had planned to celebrate his birthday here, which explained the elaborate preparations.

Yu He pulled the curtains shut, undid the buttons, and took off his T-shirt, then picked a set of clothes that had been prepared in advance from the hanger.

It was a high-end gray suit.

Indeed, one should dress formally for a birthday.

Yu He draped the suit jacket over the hanger, only changing into the trousers and shirt before leaning back on the pavilion’s lounger to sip his Coke, gazing out at the magnificent prairie in the distance.

Cholechuan, beneath the Yin Mountains.

The sky seemed like a giant dome, enveloping the wilderness.

Between heaven and earth, the vast and rugged beauty was right before his eyes.

Eagles soared in the sky, while the sun gradually sank in the west.

Is the sunset really round over the grasslands?

Just as the first touch of splendid orange afterglow fell upon Cholechuan, Fu Yunzheng arrived on horseback.

Under the sunset's glow, the cape fluttered in the wind, draping over Fu Yunzheng's shoulders, accentuating his already handsome and god-like features.

The vegetation in Cholechuan was lush, and as the long wind swept through, the grass undulated like ocean waves.

Yu He stood up.

No wonder Fu Yunzheng had gone for another ride alone; he had been waiting for this moment to make a dazzling appearance under the glorious sunset.

This Boss Fu was quite the romantic.

Fu Yunzheng stopped his horse in front of the pavilion, dismounted gracefully, and without saying a word, he took down the violin case hanging from the horse's back and took out the violin.

Yu He’s pupils contracted slightly. It was 'Nirvana'.

This was the violin he had gifted to Fu Yunzheng.

At this moment, Fu Yunzheng, holding the violin and bow in one hand, quickly approached Yu He.

Yu He stepped out of the pavilion and noticed that Fu Yunzheng had also changed his clothes, wearing a set of navy blue suit. It looked somewhat familiar at first glance, but Yu He couldn’t recall where he had seen it before; after all, most high-end suits looked quite similar.

Fu Yunzheng quickly walked to the opposite side of Yu He. Perhaps because he had just been riding a horse, his breathing was slightly rapid.

Fu Yunzheng steadied himself and said, “Yu He, I would like to play a piece for you.”

Yu He was baffled by Fu Yunzheng, and his focus was somewhat strange: “Where did you change your clothes?”

Fu Yunzheng grasped Yu He’s shoulders, resembling an impulsive teenager experiencing his first stirrings of love, and with an eagerness he had never shown before, he said, “That’s not important. The sun is about to set; we’re running out of time.”

Running out of time?

Yu He figured that Fu Yunzheng probably wanted to play the violin under the sunset.

Sunset always fades quickly; a moment of inattention, and the dark blue night sky would envelop the dome above. Yu He had a severe case of night blindness, and it was difficult for him to see things in the dark. Once the sun set, he would probably not be able to see Fu Yunzheng clearly.

Considering this, Yu He quickly said, “Alright, is there anything I need to do?”

Fu Yunzheng shook his head.

He took half a step back, raised his arm to place the violin on his shoulder, and an odd elegance instantly descended upon him.

Even though he had merely raised the bow and strings, it seemed as though he had picked up a forest staff that could command all things.

The wind ceased, the clouds halted, the birds fell silent, and the bustling world quieted down at this moment, waiting to listen to the voice of Fu Yunzheng’s heart.

Fu Yunzheng looked at Yu He, his tone tender and warmer than a spring breeze spanning ten miles:

“This piece is called 'The Song of Cholechuan'. Cholechuan is beautiful, but I’m afraid I cannot give you this land and sky.”

“Yu He, I wish you soaring success and boundless achievements.”

The bow and strings moved lightly, and a melodious, poetic melody poured forth.

This was the first time Yu He had seen Fu Yunzheng play the violin.

Fu Yunzheng, with his eyes closed, played passionately, breathing life into the violin named 'Nirvana'.

The afterglow of the setting sun serves as the most splendid spotlight.

Mountains and rivers, green fields, the sunset, the evening glow...

Fu Yunzheng is the sole artist in this realm of heaven and earth.

He moves with ease, conveying the profound emotions from the depths of his soul through the violin strings.

Riding a horse across the steppes, Fu Yunzheng, beneath the Yin Mountains, plays a melody on the violin for Yu He—a melody that hasn't been touched in years.

Each note spills forth, professing his deep and oceanic love to the universe.

The mountain breeze sweeps in from the horizon, rustling the green grass and white clouds.

The wind rises, and the flowing clouds unfurl endlessly.

The stillness of all things returns to motion.

In the face of music, language seems so pale; even solemn vows and earnest promises appear dim and dull. Only this music, this sentiment, is eternally inexhaustible.

The profound music wanders throughout the universe, as the sentiment of love drifts for ninety thousand miles with the wind.

The heavens, the earth, the mountains, the rivers, the grass, the trees, the insects, and the birds—all have spirits, and they all understand this continuous affection.

Fu Yunzheng’s love for Yu He is known to all, recognized by everyone.

Yu He’s soul too trembles with the violin strings.

His heart flutters uncontrollably.

Yu He doesn’t know if he is once again moved by Fu Yunzheng, or if it is the grassland, the Yin Mountains, the fertile fields, the sunset, and the violin strings that stir his heart.

The violin’s cry is mournful and plaintive, the atmosphere bleak yet brimming with vitality, stretching on endlessly.

As the piece concludes, Fu Yunzheng rests the violin upon his back.

The sky is vast and endless; the wild, boundless.

A gentle breeze blows, connecting the fragrant grass to the heavens.

They exchanged glances amidst this vast and boundless expanse.

Just at this moment, Fu Yunzhen suddenly went down on one knee, holding his violin as if a warrior had planted his sword into the ground.

Witnessing this scene, it was as if someone had struck a 'clang' at the back of Yu He’s head.

Yu He was profoundly shocked, rendered completely stunned on the spot.

Fu Yunzhen looked up at Yu He, without any preamble, he expressed his feelings directly: “Yu He, will you marry me?”

Yu He: “!!!!!!!!”